Sun in Glory and Other Tales of Valdemar

out.'

'Oh. I didn't realize...' He sat back, staring. 'I am sorry, truly.'

'I wasn't married, or anything like that, but, but...' Marra fiercely wiped her eyes. 'I don't know what happened to you, but I don't think you have the corner on self-pity.'

'It's not self-pity to mourn for others.' But then his voice hardened. 'Who was it? Who led the attack?'

Surprised, Marra said, 'Lord Darick.' Damn him. 'Why, do you know him?'

She saw the faintest of flinches before he caught himself. 'No,' Albain said, a second too late to be convincing. 'But then, I've been alone in this forest long enough to be doubtful about a good many things.'

'You do know him!'

He sighed. 'Put down the rock. I'm not his ally. The very opposite, in fact. Much to my disgust, he and I are related. And yes,' Albain added sharply, 'I meant disgust. When I last saw him, he was a sadistic boy.'

'And now he's a sadistic man.'

'Ironic that he's the one who's human.'

'Self-pity,' Marra prodded.

'Don't I have the right? I don't belittle your loss, truly. But at least you are not a monster.'

She sniffed. 'And you are?'

'What do you call this?' A fierce sweep of clawed hands took in fangs, pointed ears, horns. 'Just a few blemishes?'

'Look, whatever happened to you, you clearly started out human.' She paused. 'Which brings us back to my first question: What did happen?' When he looked at her in what might have been annoyance or surprise, Marra added honestly, 'I know I'm prying. It's none of my business. But, well, you're not the only one who's been alone and lonely.'

'Ah. understandable.' Albain shrugged, not meeting her gaze. 'The worst of it is that what happened was my own damned mistake. I'm not a wizard or a sorcerer, or anything so grand, but I do have some tiny powers. I...well, when the creatures started to appear, the result of a greater mage's battle or experiment gone wrong, I thought I could be a hero. I thought I could take on some monstrous powers that would help me defeat the things.

'As you see, I succeeded far too well.'

'You can't change back.'

He snorted. 'I can't even kill myself. You saw how quickly my wounds heal.'

'You didn't answer me. There's no way for you to change back?'

Albain gave a sharp little laugh. 'Oh, there's one. Someone has to want to take on this appearance. Not very likely, is it? Never mind, Marra. On my word, which at least is still wholly mine, I'll see you safely through the forest, and that's the end of it.'

No, it's not, Marra thought with a touch of pity. You're not the first man to make a mistake while trying to do the right thing. And I've never yet seen a mistake that couldn't be corrected.

One way or another.

It was startling to realize that she cared. It was even more startling to realize that she still could care.

Albain caught them dinner-rabbit, which Marra was secretly relieved to see he ate cooked. After that, well, after that, she was just too tired to stay up all night worrying about what he might or might not do. Curling up, she slept.

She woke with a start in the first dim light of morning, a clawed hand over her mouth. Before Marra could struggle, she saw Albain frantically gesture with his free hand. Silence! She relaxed ever so slightly, and he removed the hand from her mouth, whispering, 'We're not alone.'

'Monster?'

'Humans. We're near a trail.'

She sat bolt upright, mouthing, Darick? At his nod, Marra scrambled to her feet, suddenly so overwhelmed with rage that she was blind and deaf to all reason. She rushed forward, hardly aware of Albain trying frantically to stop her. They crashed out of the underbrush together, out onto the trail, right in front of men on horseback- Darick's men, who were fighting horses gone mad with terror at Albain's nonhuman scent.

Good! Get them out of the way!

It was only when she was looking up at Darick, who had managed to stay on his horse, that the truth penetrated Marra's mad rage-she was trying to attack an armed man with nothing but her bare hands. He couldn't have recognized her as one of the villagers, just as a madwoman trying to tear him apart, and Marra saw the glint of the sword that was about to cut her down-

'Oh, hell,' said a voice.

Clawed hands pushed her out of the way. Albain lunged at Darick, Darick's horse decided enough was enough, and suddenly Albain, Darick, and Marra were on the ground. She grabbed the first weapon that came to hand, another rock, and started beating at Darick with it. His flailing arm caught her a sharp blow to the head, and she lost her grip on the rock. She heard Albain...roar, no other word for it, and saw those clawed hands rake at Darick.

Yes, but his men-if they have bows-

Only a few had managed to stay on their panicked horses, but those few did, indeed, have bows.

Marra struggled to her feet, shouting wildly, 'Shoot and your lord dies!'

'The monster's already slain him!' one of them shouted back.

Marra whirled. Albain had drawn back, shaking, clearly horrified at his own brutality. No, Darick wasn't dead...yet. But Albain's claws had done some ugly work on his throat and chest.

He won't be in that body much longer.

And then the idea hit her with a force that nearly staggered her. Marra threw herself down beside Darick, snapping, 'Do you want to live? Well? Do you want to live?'

A pain-filled, terrified glance flicked her way. Darick managed a nod.

'Would you be invulnerable? Would you be immortal? Wait, watch this!'

Marra clawed the startled Albain's hands, drawing a few beads of blood. Darick gave a choked cry of wonder as the scratch neatly sealed and disappeared. Then the wonder turned to a frantic gasping, as his lacerated throat couldn't get in enough air.

'Choose!' Marra cried. 'Take this immortality, or die! Which? Life or death-and the ghosts of the villagers you slew? Choice!'

''mortl'ty. Chos'n.'

The words were barely understandable. But-

-it was enough and-

-there was mist everywhere and-

Suddenly the mist was gone. Marra heard the men gasp and stared at Albain, terrified that she might have done something wrong. But he...he was human, fully, normally human.

The monster that had been Darick snarled its shock, clenching its clawed hands, then scrambled up and raced off into the forest.

'Did you see?' Marra cried to the men. 'Did you see your lord? He is a monster!'

They couldn't argue with her, not after what they'd just seen. With shouts of horror, they crashed off through the forest after him.

Albain...stood. Just stood.

'Are you all right?' Marra asked carefully.

He looked down at his human hands, flexing them in wonder, then turned to give her an equally wonder- struck look. 'You-he-Powers, oh Powers, lady, I would never want to be on the wrong side of your anger. But thank you, thank you, and thank you.'

'You're welcome,' Marra said, and to her utter embarrassment, burst into tears. She felt Albain's arms go about her, and thought, A village woman and a lord?

Well, stranger things had happened.

Indeed they have, Marra thought, and shifted position so that Albain could kiss her